And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3326 | 2011-08-19 18:32:35 | 107.49 | 98% |
| 2007 | 2011-07-29 04:41:43 | 97.63 | 96% |
| 1570 | 2011-06-06 00:57:24 | 95.31 | 93% |
| 1426 | 2011-06-05 01:54:17 | 104.78 | 100% |
| 1273 | 2011-06-04 04:02:37 | 98.44 | 94% |
| 874 | 2011-05-27 03:49:30 | 80.86 | 90% |
| 313 | 2011-05-21 02:04:12 | 92.61 | 99% |